Posted on May 25, 2005 in Driving The Orange
Nothing suits a spring time night drive along Santiago Canyon Road like Grieg’s Hall of the Mountain King. Three vehicles — an auto and two trucks — in synchronicity through every curve, over every bump, through every tunnel of live oaks, sycamore, and ash. The yellow traffic bumps scrambling towards you as the jig of strings and the woodwinds rises, as the brass and the percussion smash down. And beyond it all, the pale orange moon slides up and down behind trees, behind hills.